After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 911

"Damn it! Wasn't he just a weak pianist? How can he drive so well?" A man in black inside the car behind couldn't help but curse as he watched the silver sports car desperately speeding away. "Move aside, let me handle this!"

Remembering what had just happened, the man in the driver's seat got out of his position with lingering fear and made way for him. "Be careful, Tiger."

Tiger stepped on the gas pedal and rushed towards Clare's sports car like crazy.

"Dare to race with me? Do you think you're Car God S?" Tiger gritted his teeth at the thought of their own car being rear-ended earlier. He exuded a dangerous and gloomy aura all over his body, quickly doubling their speed.

Clare's eyes were deep and piercing, emitting a strong sense of terror. He firmly pressed down on the accelerator underfoot and felt more calm as they crazily chased after them from behind.

Seeing that black vehicle about to catch up with them from behind, Clare suddenly slowed down. The black vehicle was moving too fast and soon passed by Clare's sports car. Clare looked at other two cars following closely in his rearview mirror before turning his steering wheel sharply to collide with that passing black vehicle which brushed past its side.

"Bang!"

The two vehicles collided heavily; then silver sports car plunged into a roadside barrier while that black vehicle spun rapidly across road flying off both those other two dark-colored cars aside.

Just then, Clare quickly started up his car engine again and drove off in opposite direction leaving those people far behind who they were exactly remained unknown until now...

"What? Did he jump into sea?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Can any one of us swim?"

Several men dressed in black looked at each other helplessly before shaking their heads resignedly as they drove away.

The rain became heavier by each passing moment; light drizzle turned into heavy rainfall pouring onto sea surface.

Clare didn't know how long he had been swimming. He was exhausted, but he held onto the plastic file folder tightly in his arms.

seawater for so long, it was likely

about that now. All he wanted was to get closer

with icy seawater that clung to him like a vice. Suddenly, a wave crashed over him and the water went over his head. He almost

his nose and mouth. His consciousness began to fade away

down by countless large stones; he was so tired that there wasn't an ounce

pair of arms supported him

a familiar beautiful face staring back at him - Mollie! She held onto Clare's waist with

What is she doing

Am I dreaming?

Clare tightly as they swam

she had trained with Clare at Air Force Base for more than a year which made her

saw Clare clutching onto the file folder tightly because without it, Clare would

wiping off all of the water on her face

immediately upon hearing Mollie's call for help; they swam towards them quickly until they reached their location where everyone worked together tirelessly until finally pulling Clare out of

for air, while Mollie knelt beside him saying. "Let me help you get

hard on Clare's

more comfortable now as he took in a deep breath of fresh air,

continued to pour down relentlessly, soaking Mollie through and

wore a white shirt and black pants that clung tightly to her curves, making it hard for Clare

he felt a burning sensation in his stomach. His cold and wet body was suddenly set

at her like this. His

beach when I saw your car parked there," Mollie explained with lingering fear in her voice. "I noticed some men dressed in black lurking around searching for something or someone. I thought you might be in danger so I brought some people along just to check it

followed her

seen earlier on the speedboat made her heart

floating helplessly on the water's surface from

jumped into the

onto Clare's icy hand tightly while they were both wrapped up in one large towel aboard, an empty speedboat with only basic first aid supplies available; Mollie knew that if only they could get their hands on some hot

home, asking their kitchen staff to prepare ginger soup, along with dinner as soon as possible, since nightfall had already descended upon them, all leaving behind nothing but darkness and coldness everywhere

folders tightly in his arms, as if he was holding onto his most precious